Pictures In An Exhibition

I think you caught me on the downslide, downturnI was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dreamAnd all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smilesThey had the worst intentions all along after allThe royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queensAnd all their dazzling children; they're so regal (clean)With pristine fingertips they wash behind their earsAnd let their hair down 'til the audiences leaveI'm definitely shakingThe silence isn't breakingBackwashed and stranded memoriesOf something i thought could be